Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical NovelGreey, Edward
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Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel
Greey, Edward
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Mademoiselle Adèle, glanced timidly down upon the deck, and seeing Mr.
Thompson with his arm in a sling, naturally supposed he was "un brave,"
and determined to captivate his heart, thinking how nice it would be to
recline her head upon his manly bosom, and how all her friends would
envy her the possession of "un officier de marine;" but the young
woman's thoughts were brought to a somewhat abrupt conclusion by the men
at the fall slacking away too rapidly, and Adèle landed upon the deck
with something very like a bump, which for a moment knocked all the
romance out of her, and caused her charge to scream in energetic
protest.
As the bonne was being released from the chair, her employer, Major
Barron, walked over the gangway, followed by Captain Tortle, who went
aft and welcomed the lady to his ship; and in a few moments they were
all below, praising the accommodation, and thanking their relation for
his kindness in giving up so much of his cabin for their comfort. The
major had been out in Africa for some years, but, having lately
inherited a large estate in Kent, was returning to live upon his
property, as a country gentleman should. He had delayed his departure
from Simon's Town, knowing that his cousin, Captain Tortle, would touch
there in the Stinger on his way home from China, and under the
circumstances the admiral had politely given him special permission to
embark on board his relative's ship.
Mrs. Barron was a gentle being, thoroughly devoted to her husband and
children, and beloved by all who knew her, while her eldest daughter, a
little darling between three and four years of age, requires something
more than a brief description. A most graceful child was Miss Barbara,
with a dazzling complexion, which presented a charming contrast to her
dark expressive eyes; the latter seeming to search into yours with
mischievous intent, and to win your affection at a glance. Her dimpled
cheeks, tinged with the healthy glow of childhood, were the admiration
of every one who beheld her; while her pretty rosebud of a mouth was
ever ready to pout in pretended seriousness, or arrange itself for the
receipt of a kiss. These charms, crowned as they were by a mass of fair
curly hair, in connection with a naturally naive manner, made this baby
a being to be loved, and petted; and all the officers and crew were,
upon beholding her, immediately converted into ardent admirers.
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